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I must report directly to Mr Winston Churchill.
Protection, racketeering, drinking, cocaine and, of course,
I have your cousin facing five years for arson.
It was more like six.
That's what you might have said.
And he's demanded results.
Before midnight.
But you don't know what that plan is, do you, John?
No.
Don't tell me you didn't, Polly, because...
According to the reports I've been given,
I've recently become a racehorse owner, Mr Campbell.
Because you can't back down.
I want my son out of prison now.
So you didn't light the fire?
Does it really stop the horses from getting worms?
What do we want with a 1,000-guinea horse?
It's like a home for us.
a good racehorse is a passport to the owner's enclosure.
- Right. - That,
I have things to do.
You see, my real plan
So I'll need six cans of petrol.
I used to draw horses.
Yes.
All operational detail must be mutually agreed.
We had a fucking deal.
Tommy. What's going on?
Petrol. Yes. Yeah.
I don't give a fuck about whisky.
that I'm fucking a racketeer?
They took all our whisky.
If you'd come with me to New York...
Feel sorry for me. It's fine.
I would thank you to moderate your language in a place of worship.
You don't need to shave.
It's been a long day.
whoever comes down south, shall return north
- I've been a fuckin' idiot. - Yeah.
We had a fucking deal.
- Hello. - Hello, Mr Campbell.
- They took Michael last night. - Polly, business first!
The screws told me why I've been freed.
If you ever talk about getting lost again, I'll cut you
Surely.
The Eden Club and all our pubs have been raided by the coppers
There's no need, they'll let him out in the morning.
And how is Houdini gonna get me out of this?
I am.
See?
When do you sail back?
I am happy in New York.